The Cure

Sometimes I feel empty
Like my life has been poured out
Dried up, walked on
Like tile grout
Sometimes I couldn't feel any lower
If I dug a hole
Buried my heart
Burned my soul
I'd try to lift myself up
But I'd probably get a crick
As opportunity passed me by
And life gave me another kick
For life's sickness there is but one cure
Death the answer and it will come for sure